This is a poem that my friends and I can relate to. It is an experience I hate and have gone through more than once, with more than one boyfriend - but it happens. It's not that I have never tried drugs myself, but people who abuse them or lie about taking them, are what I have a problem with.

This poem originally was published in Friendship Poems - Teen Poems

Why?
The smell of the just smoked joint,
Intoxicates my lungs.
My boyfriend pulls me closer to him.
I pull back and look deep into his blood shot eyes.
Does he think I wouldn’t notice?
Does he think I wouldn’t care?
As he tries to kiss my fatal lips,
I smell the mint he tried to use to cover up.
The pot is too strong and overpowers the mint,
And the cologne his body is smothered in.
A single tear flows down my cheek.
I wonder why he is doing this.
He told me he has stopped and it hurts.
It hurts that he lied.
It hurts that he had the nerve to show up,
Acting and looking high.
What if he gets addicted to drugs?
What if one day he O.D.’s?
I turn around and run into the darkness.
I’m sorry my love,
I’m sorry my friend,
I’m sorry I don’t
Understand.
Please tell me
Why?

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